Porcelain Doll

The surface is smooth Not a scratch or dent In the clean white porcelain Appearing flawless To all the adoring children But one day it will chip The pressure will be too much For the weak porcelain to bear On thin weathered shoulders Soon the small chip will grow Into a gaping hole Swallowing up all its beauty What will she do then? With no one left to love When all the glamour Is washed away And her beauty can no longer Hide the secrets That lie beneath Her clean porcelain face Where will she go? With no pride to guide her When youth no longer lingers And the makeup she wears Is now a disguise Still, the neglect will show Like the dirt caked in her skin Her once rosy red lips Will no longer remember How to smile And no glory will shimmer Through her dark eyes The once smooth surface Rough and jagged No one will be there When she breaks

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